Chaucer's Translation of Boethius's "De Consolatione Philosophiae"Boethius
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Chaucer's Translation of Boethius's "De Consolatione Philosophiae"
Boethius
Happiness; Philosophy and religion
{and} þer of comeþ þat good
gessyng. ¶ Fyrste of al þi{n}g forsakeþ wrecches certys it greueþ me to
þink[e] ryȝt now þe dyuerse sentences þat þe poeple seiþ of me. ¶ And
þus moche I seye þat þe laste charge of contrarious fortune is þis. þat
whan þat ony blame is laid vpon a caytif. men wenen þat he haþ deserued
þat he suffreþ. ¶ And I þat am put awey fro{m} goode men {and} despoiled
from dignitees {and} defoulid of my name by gessyng haue suffred torment
for my goode dedis. ¶ Certys me semeþ þat I se þe felonus couines of
wikked men abounden in ioie {and} in gladnes. ¶ And I se þat euery lorel
shapiþ hy{m} to fynde oute newe fraudes forto accusen goode folke. and I
se þat goode men ben ou{er}þrowen for drede of my p{er}il. ¶ and euery
luxurious to{ur}mentour dar don alle felonie vnpunissed {and} ben
excited þerto by ȝiftes. and i{n}nocentȝ ne ben not oonly despoiled of
sykernesse but of defence {and} þerfore me list to crien to god in þis
manere.
O STELLIFERI CONDITOR ORBIS.
[Sidenote: [The fifthe met{ur}.]]
++O þou maker of þe whele þat bereþ þe sterres. whiche þat art fastned
to þi p{er}durable chayere. {and} turnest þe heuene wiþ a rauyssyng
sweigh{e} {and} {con}streinest þe sterres to suffren þi lawe. ¶ So þ{a}t
þe mone somtyme schynyng wiþ hir ful hornes metyng wiþ alle þe bemes of
þe sonne. ¶ Hir broþer hideþ þe sterres þat ben lasse. {and} somtyme
whan þe mone pale wiþ hir derke hornes approcheþ þe sonne. leesith hir
lyȝtes. ¶ And þat þe euesterre esperus whiche þat in þe first[e] tyme of
þe nyȝt bryngeþ furþe hir colde arysynges comeþ eft aȝeynes hir vsed
cours. {and} is pale by þe morwe at þe rysynge of þe sonne. and is þan
cleped lucifer. ¶ Þou restreinest þe day by schorter dwellyng in þe tyme
of colde wynter þat makeþ þe leues to falle. ¶ Þou diuidest þe swifte
tides of þe nyȝt when þe hote somer is comen. ¶ Þi myȝt attempre[þ] þo
variau{n}tȝ sesons of þe ȝere. so þat ȝepherus þe deboneire wynde
bringeþ aȝein in þe first[e] somer sesou{n} þe leues þat þe wynde þat
hyȝt[e] boreas haþ reft awey in autu{m}pne. þat is to seyne in þe laste
eende of somer. and þe sedes þat þe sterre þat hyȝt arctur{us} saw ben
waxen hey[e] cornes whan þe sterre sirius eschaufeþ hym. ¶ Þere nis no
þing vnbounde from hys olde lawe ne forleteþ hym of hys p{ro}pre estat.
¶ O þou gouerno{ur} gouernyng alle þinges by certeyne ende. why refusest
þou oonly to gouerne þe werkes of men by dewe manere. ¶ Whi suffrest
þ{o}u þat slidyng fortune turneþ to grete vtter chaungynges of þinges.
so þat anoious peyne þat scholde duelly punissh{e} felouns punissitȝ
innocentȝ. ¶ And folk of wikked[e] man{er}es sitten in heiȝe chaiers.
{and} anoienge folk treden {and} þat vnryȝtfully in þe nekkes of holy
men. ¶ And vertue clere {and} schynyng naturely is hid in dirke
dirkenesses. {and} þe ryȝtful man beriþ þe blame {and} þe peyne of þe
felowne. ¶ Ne þe forsweryng ne þe fraude couered {and} kembd wiþ a fals
colo{ur} ne a-noyeþ not to schrewes.
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